How did other women come to terms with losing a husband? Did they pick up the pieces of their shattered selves and gluethem back together, sealing the joints with metal to prevent them from falling apart again at the slightest whiff of remembrance, motes of a residual ghost perfume, familiar and overwhelmingin a just-vacated elevator, a familiar stretch of shoulder and head in a distance, in a crowd, snatches of a song that had beenplaying when….

-Kiran Manral

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